Dreamed again of
the woods behind the bungalow in the Catskills, where there was a
cave with a crawl
led in my mind to both myelinated (white
matter) and unmyelinated (gray matter) nerve fibres. In the
medulla, however, the normal anatomic relationship of the two
with the white matter on the outside and the gray matter lying
on the inside,
around the fourth ventricle (a fluid-filled cavity formed by
the expansion of the central canal of the spinal cord upon
entering a room filled with ancient Indian artifacts.
All through my life this image has kept re-turning, as mythological
caves are wont to do.
During my boyhood in
Brooklyn, in a cavernous underground terminal the
bone picker marched down the sloping earth ramp which went
from the ridge top to the valley. He came to the enclosure
where the warrior
lay, and climbed onto the platform. With his long nails he
carefully scraped all the flesh from the skeleton, placing
the clean white
bones inside trolleys
were turned on circular platforms, until they pointed in the
opposite direction from which they had arrived.